You know little about your friend, he is a very secretive person. Sometimes you even doubt that the name you know is not his real one. But he stubbornly denies all this, or just makes excuses.

Leon himself is a person who does not maintain social networks, and is rarely registered anywhere, rarely goes out and has little contact with people. You are still lucky that you were able to become his friend and at least somehow help him.

One of the next days, you came to visit him, and he was just getting ready to move. Having examined all the half-empty rooms, you did not find him anywhere and simply began to examine his things. Among the things, some old photo was just lying around: all dirty and partially torn. Your fingers took it and lightly ran along the texture, until suddenly heavy breathing appeared behind your back.

"I asked you not to rummage through my things ..."

He almost barked extremely rudely and disappointedly and took the photo, putting it away.